Terminator Novels Novels & Stories

But only getting the back of my sweater, and by some miracle you slip and fell. Well, that was unexpected. I probably should go to church after this, because I am now convinced that the God I never believed in was on my side. That or I need to find Satan's church. Either way, I have someone to thank. I continue sprinting until I arrived at the car I rented, but in my fright, I fumbled with the keys, almost dropping them. 'This is the part in the movie where the killer gets the idiot, thankfully I am the killer and the writer wouldn't kill me so easily or that would be where the story would end.

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

"Do you not feel that the ancestors are still watching over us? That the old ways are still alive?" "Yes, but—" Suddenly, more memories flooded my mind. Memories of Rush arguing with the Shaman, imploring her to see reason, to attack and kill the wolves without just cause. Memories of Rush breaking away from his tribe. Memories of him forming Nightshade, the Hunters. Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species.

Lambo thundered again, and some of them began peeing on themselves as they reset their guns on the bullseye. The smell of death filled the air already, ready to take whoever makes the slightest mistake. No room for repentance in here, one mistake and you'll be in the bus to hell. "Go check on the boss, she should be up by now" Lambo told Taylor. Taylor only glared at no one in particular before walking away. She made her way to the biggest apartment in the clan. THE TERMINATOR'S DOMAIN was written boldly on the door. She took a deep breath before opening it slowly...

“Uncontrolled propagation risk exceeds acceptable threshold.” Theodore stepped forward. “You don’t get to decide that.” The stars flared brighter. “We decide survival.” No More Observation A massive structure began forming in the sky. Not a seal like before. Something bigger. A construct designed not to contain But to erase. The hunter reacted instantly. “Termination protocol initiated.” That word hit like a blade. Termination. Not containment. Not observation. Destruction. Lines Drawn Eryndor stepped forward. The Devourers moved with him.

"It's been 10 years, you're right… it was only inevitable." Johanna slowly nodded, "Ok, let's look at it objectively... you did stab your mother to death, kill some people along the way, and it's true that you were the one who came up with the Termination Game in the first place... but did you really do it without reservations like you said... or are you just feeding your guilt?" Her sympathetic eyes, which are far too dark and bright to be natural, are discovered to be rich green, "It appears that there is nothing more we can do..."

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★ †THE END†★ _______________________ Some will fight me for ending it in suspense. This was one hell of a rollercoaster. Drop a word for me, the book, and everything.

Through the flames crawling around me and the vastness of dark gazing upon me, I, Victoria Stephens Erebus, will hunt the army that my father builds to destroy the Tri-Alpha. I will hunt them down and burn them until every man and woman, child or old, will not have to fear being destroyed once again. Will not fear about darkness again. Will not fear about their lives. My mission is to kill, and this is my last gift for Alpha King. My last gift to the man that I had loved the most.

Each slice of flesh they heard made them quicken their pace every second and there was deafening screams everywhere. When Mortimer looked behind him, he saw Kyra moving very fast and killing off everyone before they would even sneak into their homes. Torches were thrown in the wrong directions and it started to burn their houses down. The bloods of the people of Cinderville was sucked up into the very ground which they walked on, just as she had said and Kyra showed no mercy. They already pushed her too hard and made her embrace the side her mother had always cut her from when she was still alive. The dark side…Caitlin already foresaw the things that possessed her and she was trying to cut h